Mianmian said she didn't want to go home yet and wanted to walk around the small park. Yun Buji chuckled and asked, "Aren't you afraid people will see us and say you're in a premature relationship?"
"I have a clear conscience. We're not in a relationship, so what am I afraid of?" Mianmian said as they walked, making a funny face at him.
Yun Buji felt truly happy. Just looking at her made him want to laugh. He had never experienced this feeling before. Because his sister was ill, their home had always been shrouded in gloom, and he hadn't felt much family warmth. It was the appearance of this little girl that made him understand what happiness tasted like.
"That's not how it works. Words can be dangerous. You need to be more careful in the future. A girl's reputation is very important, especially... don't get too close to a hoodlum like me," Yun Buji said.
Mianmian looked at him in surprise, not expecting him to say something like that.
"There's also an idiom that says the pure will remain pure. We're friends, not lovers, so there's nothing to fear! I'm not scared at all," Mianmian said, clenching her small fists in front of him.
Yun Buji looked at her adorable appearance and couldn't help but laugh. He raised his hand and ruffled her hair. "Try your best not to be seen and don't let it affect you. Rumors are fiercer than tigers. I'm very happy that you consider me a friend."
He was genuinely happy.
"Of course, you're my friend. Otherwise, why would you treat me to so many delicious things? But let me treat you next time! Okay?" Mianmian blinked her long eyelashes at him.
"You can treat me, but I'll pay. What kind of sense does it make for a girl to pay?" Yun Buji said in a chauvinistic manner.
"Forget it, I won't treat then!" Mianmian turned around angrily and walked away. What, he looked down on girls?
"Okay, okay, you treat, alright!" Yun Buji immediately surrendered.
Mianmian was finally satisfied and asked, "Yun Buji, do you have dreams?"
"No, I just want to eat and stay warm every day," Yun Buji shook his head.
"You're lying," Mianmian said, looking at him very seriously.
"No, I'm not lying," Yun Buji looked at her, confused. Why did she think he was lying?
"If you don't have dreams, why do you still insist on studying at school?" Mianmian glared at him and questioned.
His friends had all dropped out of school, hadn't they? Only he was still attending. How could such a person have no dreams at all?
"I... my situation is special. I promised my father that I would study hard and make something of myself in the future... so I can't leave school for now." Yun Buji had his own aspirations, which was why he hadn't left school.
"Then study hard, get into a good high school, and then a good university," Mianmian said, looking at him.
Yun Buji scratched his head awkwardly. "But I don't pay attention in class, I just sleep. It's too late to start now, right? I was thinking of vocational school."
He just had to go to school, anyway.
"But I heard vocational schools are really bad, and only students who aren't doing well go there. In that kind of environment, you'll only get worse. Go to high school, try your best," Mianmian encouraged him.
"But I..."
"No buts, Yun Buji. Our school has a high school department. Don't you want to continue being my schoolmate? Don't you want to continue being my senior?" Mianmian asked softly.
Yun Buji suddenly perked up and said, "You want to continue in the same school as me, want to be my schoolmate?"